For the book unwritten is the book burned. Stan Rice More Quotes by Stan Rice More Quotes From Stan Rice Bend down, bend down. Excess is the only ease, so bend. The sun is in the tree. Put your mouth on mine. Bend down beam & slash, for Dread is dreamed-up-scenes of what comes after death. Is being fled from what bends down in pain. The elbow bends in the brain, lifts the cup. The worst is yet to dream you up, so bend down the intrigue you dreamed. Flee the hayneedle in the brain's tree. Excess allures by leaps. Stars burn clean. Oriole bitches and gleams. Dread is the fear of being less forever. So bend. Bend down and kiss what you see. Stan Rice pain stars dream And the rain was brain colored and the thunder sounded like something remembering something. Stan Rice thunder rain remember And what is an angel but a ghost in drag? Stan Rice drag angel ghost
